Hamil Muda Perut Terasa Kencang Novels & Stories

The idea of going through another nine months of morning sickness scared the shit out of me, so I started a low dose pill that same day. Gently running his hand over the scar my husband is fascinated with, Rowen asks, "Does it feel different? When you orgasm?" Shifting into him, it takes me a second to decide how to answer. "A little. It sounds really unsexy to talk about." "Humor me," he says with a kiss to my neck. "You know physically when I orgasm, my entire uterus tightens up, right?" "Mmhmm." More kisses. "It's like I can feel where the incision was. It doesn't hurt or anything. It's just… I don't know. Maybe it's tighter? That's the only way I can describe it."

Pamitnya yang membuatku melongo, apa sih maksudnya, dasar orang aneh. . . . Hari berganti hari, bulan pun berganti. Tak terasa 2 bulan sudah aku menjalani hari-hari yang baru di Surabaya dengan perut yang sudah mulai membuncit. Ukuran perutku tak sebesar wanita pada umumnya. Mungkin karena badanku yang mungil. Orang pasti mengira aku baru hamil muda padahal usia kehamilanku sudah hampir 5 bulan.

Two lines means… pregnant. Simple, right? Except my chest feels tight and nothing about this feels simple. I pull down my pants, sit on the toilet, and pee on the stick. Then I put it on the counter and set a timer on my phone. I start pacing the bathroom like a crazy person... three steps one way, turn, three steps back. My bare feet feel cold on the tiles. Three minutes feels like three damn hours. I can't even look at the stick. I keep my eyes on the floor, on the wall, on my hands...anywhere but there. My heart is pounding so loud I can hear it in my ears.

The next day I was in bed, revising the second draft of my new book when an acute kick knocked the wind out of me. I gasped sharply and looked down at my stomach, which was uncovered because my tank top kept riding up over it. A sharp peak protruded from my left side, rising up like a hill. There was a strange tightness that accompanied it. It was a different kick from any I had felt so far, and my baby's foot or arm or whatever body part it simply remained protruding.

Each task permitted her to momentarily ignore the chaos growing inside her. Nonetheless, the temporary relief was fleeting. Around midday, while assisting a customer in selecting a watch, she experienced slight discomfort in her lower abdomen. She hesitated briefly, her hand automatically moving to her abdomen. "Are you okay?" the customer inquired, worried by a clear worry on his expression. "Certainly, I'm fine," Cecilia replied quickly, flashing a smile. "Just a little tired." The man nodded in agreement, recognizing her answer, while Cecilia's mind raced in turmoil. Was that common? She had learned that slight cramps could be typical in early pregnancy, but they still caused her anxiety.

Growing stronger in the middle of this nightmare. But the contractions grew more insistent as evening approached. Not full labor—Halvorsen kept repeating that—but close enough to terrify me. The pup shifted restlessly, the serum’s lingering effects making everything more fragile. I pressed both hands to my belly, whispering soft reassurances while monitors beeped their concerns.

“Drive fast though, my husband’s waiting and he gets twitchy if I’m late.” He doesn’t push it, just nods and hits the gas while I sit there gritting my teeth every time we go over a bump. The baby does another hard kick right under my ribs and then my whole belly tightens up weirdly, like someone’s squeezing it from the inside, holding it for a few seconds before it lets go. Braxton Hicks or whatever they call these fake contractions, feels like my body’s practicing for labor just to mess with my head more. “Not now, you little traitor,” I whisper to my bump, rubbing circles that don’t do shit. “Mommy’s trying not to get us murdered today.”

“Not dangerous right now, but higher than I would like.” “I can feel it,” I said. “Mostly at night.” “Stress does that,” he said. He checked my pulse and temperature, then moved closer. His hands pressed gently along my abdomen, measuring, adjusting, mapping what he felt beneath my skin. The baby reacted sharply. The pressure sat high under my ribs. I had felt it for days. The constant fullness. The way my bladder never felt empty. The tapping that felt like hiccups too high to be hiccups.

After what felt like a long time, he was done. “Is there something I need to be worried about?” I questioned. Felix packed up his bag and stared at me. “Nothing to worry about. She is hale and hearty, but she might need help being massaged with the swollen spots or anywhere she feels discomfort. The fetus likes to move around or stick to one side of the belly and that stresses the mother. Also, she should move around more, it would make her feel light and have less swollen legs. I will write out the needed herbs and hand it over to the maid if that is okay by you.” He said.

Not only was my stomach growing larger, but it was paining me. Something was terribly wrong. I sat in pitch black coolness of the cave with perspiration pouring off me as if I was sitting in a sauna. Not only was my stomach cramping to the point it took my breath away, but the baby was moving around like a scuba diver fleeing a shark! I had no clue what to do to ease the pain, nor did I understand what was happening. I was frightened. I wanted Jack.